Chapter 242:

…As thousands of demons who were denied entry boiled through the cracked wall, Li Huai and his friends retreated into deeper shadows, their bones pressed together, like a group of cockroaches climbing on each other I fell into a bubble while climbing down. Those who climbed up the ledge and fell on the other side in front of them.
Insanely invading demons flooded into disasters. This space could not accommodate a small group of people, but their anger was triggered by foresighted hunger, which was the core of the baptism they had dreamed of throughout their lives. "Yes!" they screamed. If this is their worth here, then express "yes!" to blood and light, and "yes!" to yr.
Hell priest knew that he had a room the size of a small country to witness, and he knew that such a sight could put an end to the insanity caused by consumers. Let them have evidence that the great king did not mediate from below. Let them see for themselves.
"Look at the fallen fruit!" the mummy shouted. "Your glorious leader talked about Lucifer's eternal meditation on the nature of sin. Your glorious leader deceived you. I will tell you the angel Lucifer. All his filthy glory."
He cast a gesture of force on the ground, passed on the ground, and took away about a hundred soldiers. Then he dropped for no more than a few seconds, then grabbed Lucifer's body with one hand and stood up again. It was a poor sight, hung on the priest’s handle, a bag of broken bones, and a grainy gray face cut from the book of atrocities, eyes sunk, mouth open, nose pressed against his face, so Only two holes remain.
"This-" said the priest, his voice heard a primitive and intimate whisper to the people gathered there again, "It's the master you fought for." He stood up as he spoke, and climbed up the dense effortlessly. Thick soup. It wasn't until he might be twenty feet higher than the crowd that the air became stale and hot. There he turned and let go of the corpse. The corpse fell from the hole the Hell Priest used to land, from the daisy licked by the flames, and was invisible.
There was a strong hiss from the army, so that the only audible sound was the continuous grinding caress of the flame. The unconsumer was obviously surprised to see that his fallen monarch, like his other armies, tried his best to maintain the rapidly falling soldiers.
"This demon killed the king of Li Bad!" Wei consumer screamed. "He must be destroyed! Beforehand!"
But they did not. Slowly, but faltering, the servants of Wei Consumer turned inward to face Wei Consumer, until his entire army faced him with expressions of betrayal and condemnation.
"Are you lost?" Wei consumer shouted.
"It's very likely," the Hell priest replied. "They saw their reflection being lied. The burden of truth is too heavy, sir. It is a pleasure to introduce you to my army. This is the last thing you will never see."
Then, the priest let go of the sound of battle, and the walls of the cathedral sounded, repeating it among everyone present. He raised his arm and came to Wei Consumer, waving his sword with his right hand. The priest blinked, then took the arm of the uneaten from above his elbow and swung his sword vigorously. This is the first injury suffered by consumers in centuries. The shock of the trauma made him throw up a series of flames, and he began to swallow incoherent words.
It took some time for the unconsumer to expose his weakness, which protected him from attacks by other troops. They are eager to seize the opportunity in a panic, eager to finish the work as soon as possible. When the consumer turned to face the betrayer, there were four blades on his back, and the number of wounds was twice that of the latter-the most serious was the blow to the back of the neck, which was obviously to take off his head. Taking revenge, then he would not reach out to grab the blade, because the blade cut into his burning flesh and immediately melted.
"Assassin!" he roared, the flame on his intermittent arm like a scythe. Its power is as powerful as its iron equivalent. It drew its legs from his seven enemies and split them in two at his waist.
When the consumer used his scythe to filth and slaughter people who had cut their legs, a man who had survived the massacre attacked him from behind, and his hand was cut off the shoulder of the scythe. The unconsumer walked around, facing his destroyer, but encountered more than a hundred living assassins, who rushed towards him unfettered, his attack was so rapid that the deadly fire was accumulated in the unconsumer’s bones , The fire will extinguish the ashes of his assassin's efforts and has never been released.
All that is left is a merciless, boring relief. Things are placed on the knees, things fall on a surviving arm, then fall to the elbow, and then to the side, which is almost indistinguishable from burning stove-leg garbage. , And two of his own arms were also burning. Now everything was coming out of the greasy black smoke. When the smoke reached him, Li Wei smelled it, like a pile of burning garbage.
"It's over," the priest from said. "I have a vision for many years. When I prepare in various ways, I will lead an army out of the abyss that Li Hao suffered as a fallen man."
He patted his forehead. "Here are all the great works that once belonged to the magician. They did not surrender easily. Many people fought for me. I am not impatient. I know that this day will be full of time, and my duty is to take Li Huai’s opponents with them on that day. All power comes to you. With the knowledge I have, I can kill the world ten thousand times, and improve the world ten thousand times again, and never repeat the same trick again. So now, the road is split. I This kind of magic can be bestowed on those who will come with me. When Li Huai leads the lambs to slaughter them, who will join me?"
The crowd's reaction was like the sound of some giant animals, which roared when they woke up. When the army released its original cry, the veil of shadow rose from the hole in the cathedral floor and the broken ground above it. It rose into the air behind the priest, some parts of it crawled faster than others, and while doing so, it emitted dark dust.
The demons in the cathedral did not miss this sight. At first, they thought this was another variant of their new, glorious leader. But as the curtain of shadows continued to climb, their self-confident shouts of hypothesis were soon replaced by superstitious noises. As every flame gathered on the torch was extinguished, its dust spread the message, and their dying smoke increased. The shadows make the air thicker.
"What kind of useless magic is this?" Hell priest said.
The shadow surpassed the cathedral. They rise to the ceiling and spread to any wall until there is nothing to illuminate the interior except the last embers of the dying fire.
Then even they were gone, and the cathedral was one night from beginning to end. The demons began to express their doubts.
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